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Jesus. If I get through this meal, it’ll be a damn miracle.
Rock is quiet during dinner, though I do a lot of the talking.
I tell him about my boring life in LA and he listens. He’s good at listening and never once tells me to stop talking, even if he may be thinking it.
“Luna is always lookin’ for people to help at the shelter,” he says, when I tell him how boring it is in the apartment. There’s only so much YouTube and Housewives of Beverly Hills you can watch.
“She is?”
He smirks. “Don’t look so horrified. Though, it is manual labor. Cleanin’ cages. Bathing the dogs. Takin’ ’em for a walk. Buyin’ food and shit.”
My heart rate kicks up a notch. “Really? I mean, I could do that. I’ve never been to a shelter before, but I know I could do it.”
He looks like he doesn’t believe me, and now I’m even more determined to show him that I’m not just some spoiled princess. Not that I care what he thinks.
“It’s dirty work,” he says.
“I’m not afraid of that.”
“Some of the animals that come in aren’t always in the best condition.”
My eyes go wide. “As in, mistreated?”
He nods. “Pretty fuckin’ sad, if you ask me. People are assholes. We took a leaf out of our brothers’ book in Arizona and shut down several puppy mills. Luna’s very vocal about it. If you wanna help, talk to her about it tomorrow.”
I nod. “I will.” My heart aches for those poor babies. Why would anyone mistreat an animal? What is wrong with people?
I guess not everyone has the kind of life Pirate has. He’s such a delight that I can’t imagine life without him.
“You done?” He gives me a chin lift.
“Yes. Thanks, Rock.” Our eyes meet. “For letting me sit down and eat at a table, around other people.”
He clears his throat. “It’s nothin’. But we better get back.”
I smile. “Is it past your curfew?”
His lips twitch. “No, but I’ll bet it’s past yours.”
I only had one martini because I’m not a heavy drinker. Rock drank water the entire time. When I asked him why he wasn’t drinking, he said his grandma was killed in a car accident by a drunk driver. He never drinks and drives.
I didn’t know what to say after that.
I can tell that his grandma had a big impact on his life, and though he hasn’t said anything about his family life, I can sense there’s sadness there. A dark cloud hangs over him, and I can’t figure out what it is.
We ride home in silence, and I revel in how being on the back of his bike makes me feel. I press my body into his and wrap my arms tighter around him.
He smells so good. The way he handles the bike. His big, strong arms gripping the handlebars while we race through the city.
It’s like nothing can touch us.
I remember his muscular body the night he rescued Pirate and how ripped he was. I imagine him coming over the top of me, caging his arms over my head as he pounds into me, making me moan.
Shifting on the bike, the humming between my legs only gets more powerful. I squeeze my knees against his outer thighs, so much so, he turns his head slightly and rests a hand on my outer thigh. I think he’s asking me if I’m okay… I can’t answer… I’m in the throes of… Oh, God. I see stars as I climax. My arms tighten against his belly as I moan softly, his name falling from my lips as his grip on my knee tightens.
I press my head against his back, hiding my face as my climax goes on and on.
Holy fucking crap.
